Remy Martin Whuteva Lyrics
            Put your right hand up, Put your left hand up
            Put your right hand up, Put your left hand up
            Put your right hand up, Put your left hand up
            Put your right hand up (Man, man)
        
            It's whateva, whateva, whateva, it's whateva, whateva, whateva, whateva, it's whateva
        
            See if the God say get her imma get her
        
            I'll have her wit a pillow where the casket won't fit her
        
            The only reason I hit her was she kept talkin' greasy
        
            Lil' jump skeezy betta ask somebody who I be
        
            See I'm R to tha Ez, its mid-summer got on long sleeves cuz my arms is freezin'
        
            I gets fly for no reason, see I got money but its always robbin' season
        
            See hip hop needs me, the beats is Swizz, the girl is sick and please believe, that imma start, see every d___ night I ball ? is blue and grey like Seton Hall
        
            Chorus
        
            Put your right hand up, Put your left hand up
            Put your right hand up, Put your left hand up
            Put your right hand up, Put your left hand up
            Put your right hand up (Man, man)
        
            It's whateva, whateva, whateva, it's whateva, whateva, whateva, whateva, it's whateva
        
            Yea see Rem is a monster, I'm raps MVP the star on the roster
        
            Officially a boogie-down Bronxer, Terror Squad ain't the Brady Bunch and I ain't Marcia
        
            My s___s so b___er they should call me Marge
        
            And I ain't gotta be boss just as long as I'm in charge
        
            And whateva I say goes, so if I say NO, don't ask why just a__ume its because I say SO
        
            I've been doin it too long, ain't nothin' ? me, I'll run through ur lil' gated community
        
            You know how the girl be, I'm a show stopper, I'll give it to you early before the toast pops up
        
            Chorus
        
            Put your right hand up, Put your left hand up
            Put your right hand up, Put your left hand up
            Put your right hand up, Put your left hand up
            Put your right hand up (Man, man)
        
            It's whateva, whateva, whateva, it's whateva, whateva, whateva, whateva, it's whateva
        
            See this goes out to my Bx crew, put your hands up in the air if you feel me
        
            f___ em' all day, f___ em' all night, treat n____s like hoes
        
            It's whateva like a four long blaze, and I'm hotter then hoes that work at the Days Inn
        
            People tryin' to make s___ to make n____s bop, I make s___ they play that get n____s shot
        
            Put your right hand up, Put your left hand up
        
            Right hand got a blunt, left hand got a cup
        
            And you already know the rules don't apply to us
        
            We gon' do what we do, it's whateva 2 f___
        
            We got the fly s___ here we go, drivin' backwards down the one like Big in the hypnotized video
        
            Bang this in your stereo, turn it higher, now everybody light your lighters
        
            Chorus
        
            Put your right hand up, Put your left hand up
            Put your right hand up, Put your left hand up
            Put your right hand up, Put your left hand up
            Put your right hand up (Man, man)
        
            It's whateva, whateva, whateva, it's whateva, whateva, whateva, whateva, it's whateva
        
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